A hole is in the heart
Of my human soul
The rightfulness so
To which I am ashamed of ownership

I can remember the moment
It was a moment that lives on
In its fiery brevity
The transfer of pain onto another

As the damage began to sink
Into my consciousness
I realized that my pain was not shared
But doubled
Through the anger cracks in the wall

03/03/2009

Author's Note: this is probably the worst thing I've ever written...

Posted on 03/03/2009
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